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ChewyChewy wrote:"Welcome to my humble abode, Hem, and thank you so much for the painting!" said Cookie. "It's beautiful!"
To Hem's suggestion she said, "Oh, don't think he didn't TRY to convince me of that! But the more he talked, the more his story didn't quite fit. He told SOME truths, yes, and those were the fascinating parts, but you have to get up VERY early to fool Cookie Cutter!" She winked conspiratorially.
"Well, anyway, reason enough why I'm glad I'm not a unicorn myself. No offense meant. I wouldn't want to have magic that could go wrong. Besides, I don't need it for what I do, and it's SO much more satisfying to make things with your own four hooves. Anyway, where was I at? Oh yes. Would you believe this fellow actually tried to persuade ME to JOIN him on his journey? Ha ha! I told him thanks just the same, but I wasn't interested. It was a full 20 minutes before he finally gave up, but he didn't leave right then. He actually mentioned something about the missing walnuts...."
Cookie continued her story and managed to keep it interesting.
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Yes," Hate said, "
While it is quite useful, it does take alot of practice to learn each individual bit. Even simple things like levitation and light, which every'corn uses almost constantly, take alot of practice in the younger years..."
BlueAnubis wrote:"I love that word, probably. It means 'most likely like this, but there is a chance it could be completely different'." Hem said as he popped his head from behind the easel he had brought in a second ago, "The less likely thing is most often more fun than the former." He chuckled as he flicked his tail at the canvas quickly.
"Though it's the times it is not fun, but dangerous that I worry about." Clyde said as he washed his teacup.
"like I said, one of the most fun times is when there is a bit of danger involved. Veriety is the spice of life, as they say.
"Which is why our house never stays the same color for more than two days in a row?"
"No, but now you've given me a pretty good excuse for the next time I forget which house is ours and paint the neighborhood... again." He swished his tail one last time against the canvas and kicked the easel so it turned towards the others, revealing his interpretation of Hate and Sunset, Hate shrouded in a dark smog, and Sunset surounded by bright flames. Both smiling their own way, both completely individual. "You know, every adventuring party needs a chef, someone has to prepare all the food you find lying all over the ground, being dropped by the giant spiders and such. And you know almonds are the main ingredient in heath potions." He laughed as he rolled on the ground and flipped onto the wall.
Hate raised a brow at the painting, "
I see... So I'm surrounded by a dark cloud now?" He got up a bit and walked closer to it, examining, "
And I guess Sunset is on fire... Is that what you're trying to say with this painting?" He tilted his head slightly, making it unclear whether he was annoyed or amused, "
You ponies have such vivid imaginations, what will you think up next..."